09
Mark, pretending to wake up, yawned and
stumbled out of the back room.
“What the hell? What’s all the racket, man?”
He saw the knife in my hand. “Whoa, dude,
you gonna ice them?”
I gave him a hard look. “This is my thing. Stay
out of it.”
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He reached over and took the knife. “Didn’t
we agree to leave ‘em alive?”
He nudged one of the little shits with his foot.
“Hey, you two minors?”
Seeing a chance, their eyes lit up, and they
nodded like crazy.
“Yes, sir. We’re underage.”
Then Mark’s next words sent them right back
down to Hell.
“Perfect. Underage organs fetch a great
price.”
The sound of chopping meat came from the
back room at just the right moment.
Chop!
Chop!
Chop!
“Take it easy back there,” I yelled. “You trying
to let everyone know you’re murdering
people?”
The musclehead poked his head out, the knife
dripping blood. “Alright, chill. Just hurry up
and get rid of these two. I got a game to
catch!”
I looked at them, shaking and wide–eyed, and
felt a twisted satisfaction.
Mark was shaking too. What was he scared
of?
Wait, he was about to laugh.
I dug my fingernails into his back.
He gasped and his face turned red. His laugh
was worse than crying.
“He did it! I didn’t hit her!”
They were ratting each other out.
One of them pointed at the other and said,
“She’s the one who locked Sarah in the
bathroom!”
The one she pointed at snapped back. “You
lying bitch!”
She turned to me. “Don’t listen to her. She
liked this guy at school and was jealous that
he was always talking to Sarah, so she made
us do it!”
It had been going on for longer than I
thought.
I grabbed her by the hair, ready to slam her
head into the wall, but Mark stopped me and
shook his head.
Gotta stay focused.
